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Be a part of something great – Your Life

Be a part of something great – YOUR LIFE This thought popped into my head a few weeks ago when I was watching Major League on the tube. It was the 20 th anniversary of that movie, which I dearly love. In fact, it's one of the few movies that actually gets me misty eyed at the end of. Braveheart, being one of the others. What is it about sports and action movies that move their viewers? Is it the thrill of the victory? The greatness of overcoming the insurmountable odds that are against you? Being the hero, saving the damsel in distress, the world, or the galaxy? Beating the bad guys, righting the wrongs? Probably a bit of all of it. We all want to be a part of something great, be the hero, and lead the charge. I think that sometimes we get so caught up in what is going on around us that we can easily forget that we are part of something great – OUR OWN LIVES. Your life is what you make of it. Every day can be an adventure. Our lives are where they are for a lot of reasons. My pe
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What do you take for granted?

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Ok, so I'm not the most mechanically inclined person in the world. I'm fairly handy, but at times, my patience, or occasional lack of, can get the best of me. Well, Wednesday night, it got me again. I'm trying to change the blades on my lawn mower, they needed it badly, and I'm having trouble loosening the nut that holds the right blade on. I won't go into all of the details, which includes not taking time to go inside, find some WD40 (which I found today) and loosen that nut so I can easily change the blades. No, I just figured I'd use some good old fashioned brute force and loosen it that way. It worked, a little too well. My right hand slipped off the blade and without looking, I knew it wasn't good. Oh, it wasn't that bad, 11 stitches and 12 chicken wings (I know they're horrible for you, but it's a rare guilty pleasure I take) later, I'm back hom e marveling at my right hand. Heck, I actually caught a few innings of a baseball game while
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Is laughter really the best medicine?

Laughter, is it really the best medicine? Some would argue that it is and I'd say that it's definitely up there as something that's needed daily in our lives. I know I feel better after a good laughing fit, you probably do to. I'd also state that exercise is also in the top things that we can use to make ourselves feel better, physically and mentally. Let's take last Thursday for instance. I got home from work, and to be frank, I've been in better moods. Not sure why I wasn't 100% of my normal happy self, but I wasn't. It had been several days since the last time on my bike. Thursday is my normal riding day, so I got dressed and started thinking about my ride. As soon as I pulled my cycling shorts on, I started feeling better immediately. Hadn't done anything, but just thinking about getting on the bike started a nice little mood lift. 43 minutes and 10 miles later, I was a brand new man. I felt much better. We all know that exercise releases endorph
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Encouragement in three little words

Go, Daddy, Go! Three little words, they may not seem like a battle cry of encouragement, but they are to me. I'll tell you why. Father's Day is approaching quickly. A few days ago, my wonderful wife, Lana, said she's got my gift and it'll be cool and I can use it. My interest was peaked immediately. She knows how to work me and knows that patience isn't always one of my virtues and I'd ask for it. She also knows how to use this in reverse for her birthday, mother's day, Christmas, anniversary, etc and that I won't be able to hold out on her gifts. But, I digress. So, she gave it to me yesterday. It was a sports bottle, a metal one that's supposed to be better for you, better tasting, since it's not plastic. Bright (Cowboy) blue and three little words on it, seven actually - Go, Daddy Go! Love Lana and Kenny . The bottle itself isn't what is so special about the gift. It's a great bottle, don't get me wrong. It's those three words
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Encouragement in three little words

Go, Daddy, Go! Three little words, they may not seem like a battle cry of encouragement, but they are to me. I'll tell you why. Father's Day is approaching quickly. A few days ago, my wonderful wife, Lana, said she's got my gift and it'll be cool and I can use it. My interest was peaked immediately. She knows how to work me and knows that patience isn't always one of my virtues and I'd ask for it. She also knows how to use this in reverse for her birthday, mother's day, Christmas, anniversary, etc and that I won't be able to hold out on her gifts. But, I digress. So, she gave it to me yesterday. It was a sports bottle, a metal one that's supposed to be better for you, better tasting, since it's not plastic. Bright (Cowboy) blue and three little words on it, seven actually Go, Daddy Go! Love Lana and Kenny The bottle itself isn't what is so special about the gift. It's a great bottle, don't get me wrong. It's those three wo
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How Twitter, Facebook and, oh yes, Exercise have helped my back pain

Interesting title, huh? I'll start this by saying that this will not be a post with earth shattering workout secrets, or a new, revolutionary eating program guaranteed to strip 30 pounds off of you in 6 days. What this will be is a few thoughts on my back pain, it's practically gone, and why I believe that's happened. Exercise, help with back pain, sure. Twitter? Facebook? how can they help with back pain? I'll get to that in a paragraph or two. To begin with, my back isn't exactly right. Nothing debilitating, but I used to have a lot of tightness in it, with some occasional soreness and tweaks. If I had a long day of whatever, being on my feet, standing all day, it would really stiffen up. It has a curve and a little twist to it. Judging from my back X-rays, I'm lucky that a bit of minor pain and stiffness is all I have from it. It could be a lot worse. I first noticed it in 1995, a few years after I got out of Xray school. I was in pretty good shape,
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A new proud Dad moment

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Well, it seems that I'm managing to post something about every 2 weeks or so. Not too bad, I guess, since this is more of just personal musings and not my job or anything. Actually, more happens than I post, but sometimes, it's hard to get it put down before the muse passes. This past Wednesday, I had another proud Dad moment. Lana, Kenny, and I went to our Awana's awards banquet. For those of you who don't know, Awanas is a Wednesday night Bible study for the local kids, pre k through 6th grade, in our area. Lana and I both help out. I'm a handbook leader, read: one more big kid in the room. This year was Kenny's first year in the club. He's a cubby, part of the pre-k group. They're a bunch of rambunctious kids, who get a litle study time in with memory verses, some play time, it's a blast. Part of the program was for them to get up and sing the Awanas Cubby song. It really went off very well, especially considering it was several kids in the 3-5 ye
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